Cultivating the Myriad Ages Undying Scripture

Inside the cave.

More than ten days had passed. Xiao Meng was still locked in a savage battle with Hun Tiandi. Both had long since descended into madness, striking with violent fury, each determined to kill the other.

From the very beginning of the battle, Hun Tiandi had known that he had become someone else's whetstone. The thought filled him with boundless rage. He was Hun Tiandi—when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

He had wanted to self-destruct, destroy this fragment of his will, and perish together with Xiao Meng. Yet he found that he could not self-destruct at all. Moreover, Xiao Meng could not truly kill him either, because whenever Xiao Meng's attacks became capable of killing him, one layer of the restraints within him would be removed, and his strength would naturally increase.

Even if he did not resist, Xiao Meng would find it difficult to kill him. He would only be tortured and brutally beaten. It was simply unbearable, so he had constantly sought an opportunity during the battle to kill Xiao Meng.

Of course, allowing himself to be slaughtered was not Hun Tiandi's style. But as he watched Xiao Meng's Soul Force continuously grow, he wanted to self-destruct. He wanted to die.

Since the other party would not let him die, then he would fight for his life. Again and again, he forcibly endured Xiao Meng's attacks just to tear apart Xiao Meng's Soul Sea, hoping to inflict irreparable damage upon him—or even kill him.

Xiao Meng naturally understood why the system had imprisoned this strand of Hun Tiandi's will within his mind. It was to let him use it to temper his soul, thereby beginning cultivation of the Myriad Ages Undying Scripture.

Though he cursed the damned system in his heart for screwing him over,